French Montana - Racked Up Shawty lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] It's MMG All my n***as strapped up and racked out It's a lifestyle n***a [Hook: Meek Mill] Racked up shawty, racked up shawty All these b**hes call me racked up shawty Racked up shawty, racked up shawty And all these b**hes call me racked up shawty [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my neck I spend racks all on my b**h, look at these racks all on my check n***a I'm racked up and I'm racked out, f** a b**h 'til she tap out f** a b**h then I pa** out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach south Y'all n***as just speak sh** and I live sh** that I rap 'bout 'Coz these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy Hammers n***as ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50 Now tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin' I done f**ing ain't answered once now why does ho keep callin'? Y'all n***as be fraudin', acting like y'all got it That sh** you call your stash n***a that's racks off of my pocket [Hook] [Verse 2: Fabolous] My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice) My presidential Rollie, I'm calling that Barack (sh**) Damn I meant Barrack (sh**), too much Ciroc (sh**) Won't catch me in that pa**enger, and that's word to Pac (damn) That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah) We k** n***as for acting, rest in peace to them legends (yeah) Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wa**up?" f** asking They talk behind my b**h's back, they must've seen her a** then From H town like the Astros, scorecard her a** 10 Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen It's going down, going down, no I brought my ski racks n***as know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari blacked out Black Friday black mac, popping spades black jack b**h I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this week Baddest b**h, all in her, balling b**h sportscenter Ass fat can't sit straight, ballin like griff blake Chain blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape Racked up shawty, chain 'bout 40 Came in with one b**h, left out with four Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho That Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy gotta stay strapped That Ghost, f** that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that [Hook]